Tired

Lyrics

[Intro: T-Streets] It's six in the morning, man Gotta get it Yes sir I done done it all and seen it all It's my time I done been through a lot I'm tired of this shit I'm back Motherfucker, I'm back What you know about it? What you know about it? [Chorus: T.L.] Tired of this life Tired of these bitches Tired of these pigs Tired of these snitches My eyes don't lie I'ma tell you the truth My eyes don't lie I'ma tell you the truth Tired of this life Tired of these bitches Tired of these pigs Tired of these snitches My eyes don't lie I'ma tell you the truth My eyes don't lie I'ma tell you the truth My eyes don't lie [Verse 1: T-Streets] I came from the bottom, but I'm telling y'all I made it Life dealt a bad hand, and I'm telling y'all I played it The streets like sour candy, yet still I ate it Been underrated, now I feel like I'm the greatest I been [?] I'm just giving y'all the latest It's just the first chapter, now I'm turning different pages My flow so amazing, scorching and blazing Keep your head up, if you're locked behind them cages My inside breaking, it's hard to keep patience Let me get me, ain't no thoughts in [?] I'm stressed, that's why a nigga smoking and drinking But let me do me, I go hard, I'm a kingpin Been polishing my skills, now it's time for perfection Going to the top, I'm headed in the right direction A banger on my side, well that's just for protection Never could be too safe so I copped the extension T-Streets motherfucker, bang bang my invention Getting money every day, well, that's my intention Young Money, bitch, well, that's my connection Been in the game too long, and not looking for ejection Only thing you know in life, is that you're guaranteed to die Why I'm praying every day, thank that man up in the sky Three children under my belt, so I still gotta grind I tell it true, nigga, you can look me in my eyes [Verse 2: T.L.] A lotta niggas show love, a lotta niggas haters But I ain't worried 'bout 'em, I'm just stacking my paper Gotta speak the truth, you know I can't lie Thank the Lord every day that he opens my eyes My heart still cries, the pain runs deep For every single nigga that I lost in these streets And I'm T.L. and he's T-Streets Making hit after hit 'cause that's how we gon' eat [Chorus: T.L.] Tired of this life Tired of these bitches Tired of these pigs Tired of these snitches My eyes don't lie I'ma tell you the truth My eyes don't lie I'ma tell you the truth Tired of this life Tired of these bitches Tired of these pigs Tired of these snitches My eyes don't lie I'ma tell you the truth My eyes don't lie I'ma tell you the truth My eyes don't lie